Lovers at Starbucks

Love is like
Waiting to take the first sip
Of a Chai Latte.

I want to taste it so badly
So I jump the gun
And press the cup to my lips.

Anticipating a possible burn,
I blow the top and the foam ripples—
Tiny bubbles in a boiling ocean move around slowly.

Overwhelmed by the desire to succumb to the pleasure
Of drinking a hot Chai Latte in December,
I sip.

I felt some pain for a moment,
But it was my fault.
I sipped too quickly.

Should I have
Looked at my watch
So I would have known the perfect timing?

Maybe,
But who can pause and think
When love is first placed in waiting hands?

Even though I know I might get burned,
I sip up life and love and Chai Latte
Whenever and wherever I can.







© Erin Elizabeth CloarDecember 28, 2007